This inimitable pair appear this time in a wholly new setting. For they managed to reach the Peace Conference, and they aim their well-known brand of wit at public personages and world affairs. The result--a hilarious volume of comic relief from Bolshevism, Profiteers, and the world's primrose path to the bow-wows.
all the other offices on that floor, and bore a placard reading:
FERME
À CAUSE DU JOUR DE FÊTE
"Nu!" Morris said, after he had read and re-read the notice a number of times, "what are we going to do now?"
"This is the last hair," Abe said, "because you know how it is with these Frenchers, if they close for a death in the family, it is liable to be a matter of weeks already."
"Maybe it says gone to lunch, will be back in half an hour," Morris suggested, hopefully.
"Not a chance," Abe declared. "More likely it means this elegant office with every modern improvement except an elevator, steam heat, and electric light, to be sublet, because it would be just our luck that the commission agent is back in New York right now with a line of brand-new model gowns, asking our bookkeeper will either of the bosses be back soon."
"We wouldn't get back in ten years, I'll tell you that, unless we hustle," Morris declared. He led the way down-stai
